Glen Coe In The Snow had a nice ring as a post title, thankfully there was indeed lying snow, albeit from about 500m. Which is almost inevitable, given that it was the second weekend of January. This was, I think, the third time I have stayed in Glen Coe, enjoying a long weekend of walking, scrambling (for some), communal meals and whisky-fuelled banter.
Anita and I are now part of the camper van world and got our converted van just before Christmas (it started life as a people carrier in Japan before we got it). We couldn’t wait to road test it and decided to spend 3 days away in it over the New Year period. So we headed to Burnham Deepdale Backpackers and Camping. … Keep reading >
I was contacted by Ellis Brigham at the end of last year (great store in city centre Manchester, btw – I’ve been in a few times when working in town) and they asked if I wanted to review some winter walking trousers. “Yep, of course” – I was heading off to Scotland just after the festive period and they were North Face … Keep reading >
It being Christmas it was time for what has become The Traditional Peak Bog Persons Christmas Carol Jaunt. We were back to Black Hill Trig Pillar on a misty winter’s night. Each year sees two groups comprising of (a) moors runners (team Peak Bog) and (b) walkers (I was in that group) traversing the moors to meet at a pre … Keep reading >
I get a lot of approaches from PR and / or Search Engine Optimisation / content agencies, looking to boost traffic to their client’s website with improved search engine visibility. Or to add credence to a new product launch with reviews from outdoorsy folks. Sometimes they’d like a paid article insertion (I don’t do them), or ask me to review … Keep reading >
A recent ultrasound provided me with a new label to add to the middle-aged collection of ailment badges.
So that’s what the painful bulge on the back of my ankle was.
The pain is exacerbated by the off-piste moors yomps I love with the dog. And hilly / mountain hikes (I ignored the signs over the last year or more, doh). And the stop: start driving on the M62.
So all the above are being avoided where at all possible.
I don’t miss the M62, I do miss the moors and mountains.